Crabs
I am a crab
In a bucket of other crabs
These crabs are the same crab as me
Crabs don't like to let go once they clamp down there claws
These crabs that I know have a tight grip on one of my arm
It hurts to have them holding on it and I want the make them let go
But I know they won't let go no matter how much I plead
And if I want to get out of this bucket
They'll rip my arm off
I don't want to lose a part of me
So I'll stay here in this bucket
Even if it hurts
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